ONCE UPON A TIME

Once upon a time a poet was seen 

wandering around a heath

He had nothing but a note book and a pencil in his hand

There was no one else there but him.

No sound, no noise, no whisper...

He walked Contemplating philosophical thoughts of mortality,

 Birth,

 Nothingness,

 Cunning,

 The meaning of things

, Nothingness again,

 Death.

Than all of a sudden,

 appeared a flock of colorful birds chirping,

 chirping...

Flying and chirping

Singing ghazals, melodious ancient songs.

Though he didn't speak their language

 He was fascinated by the birds

 And understood their songs

He quickly in a furious and ferocious hurry

 Started to jot down their songs in the note book

Fearing they will fly away 

As fast and as suddenly as they came..............

These are the lyrics the birds sang 

 fFom the dead poet's notebook.